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Magical life is

When Masters of Causes

We begin to recollect

All it was We Did

Forget.

– Susan George,  November 18, 1999

Sun slants wide

On the horizon

And dances through

The wind and trees

Caring shadows on

The still strewn

Landscape of fall.

Yellow and orange

And crimson gleem

And full moon

Threatens to reflect

The sun as soon

As this orb

Of light descends

To the very

Darkness of

Undeveloped potential.

–  Susan George,   November 23, 1999